Isaiah and I had connected at a party. There was instant attraction. We were in our 40s and he had kept his former pro-athlete body in great shape while I was a tall, blue eyed brunette with soft curves. It was only our second time together at a hotel. Not sure how we exactly got there, but I was naked on the bed and hoping for a back massage with his substantial ebony hands. Isaiah made a few valiant efforts on my neck and shoulders. He had other ideas as brought his hands down my porcelain white back and to the sides of my waist, taking his time to kiss all over my back.
He caressed my bottom and his curiosity turned to petting my pussy. I folded my arms to my sides and cupped my breasts. He found my g-spot in no time. I didn't think I could cum laying that way on my belly, but he had a way of bring me out of my comfort zones. He encouraged me. His focus and dedication made my release that more intense.
"Don't forget how good you feel right now, baby," he said as he kissed behind my ears gently.
I rolled over for him. He took me on top for awhile, and then it was my turn. We flipped again. I caught him inside my pussy lips and slowly brought myself down on him. He felt so big and so good. I loved the way my body looked on top of his beautiful black skin and muscles. He guided my hips up and down until he was close, flipped me back over and finished off. I could feel the throb inside me when he came again and the sensation was blissful.
We took a short nap. I cradled his head in my arms as he slept like a baby sucking his thumb. I fell asleep still holding him, his warm head on my soft breasts. I woke to him sucking and playing with my nipple.
We began kissing, matching deep movement for movement with short pecks in between.
